poss outro

 

 

 

i missed steps,i miss spelled,i missed shots,

i missed hits,i missed doors,

but aint never missed any of yall,

any nigga who hauled, when i was,

pinching the surface, weighing up work rate,

missed important calls from God,

kissed goodbye 'fore college,

now im trying to put on Kanye role-out,

enough with honors and homages,

lost pictures, before little Darren went savaging,

hammered in, pakistan with words,the massacre,

it hurts,battlefield genius,at work,

the presence of a fetus legend,has surfaced,

look what Americas birthed,

another character,another sucka for the ferriswheel,

on an errands trip,

a chain of events set, by revenge,

so none of your guilt trips means jack shit,

this my debut clip, a huge aid kit, for this landscape,

this game feels like russian roullete,

one hit and you down,back on the grid,

packing town concerts,a clown,

trying to put a smile on his own face,

now im utilizing my own pace,

whenever the youth finnaly realizes his own strength,

and learns to move mountains and hot bricks,

and the thruth found,in his own lengths,

cause today kudos might feel like a knuckle sandwich,

so no bureaus,just counting euros,

a wordsmith with hard metal, coining phrases,

until they greet him like"the big ol'",

if this shit dont make it as the outro,just remember this,

as a colourfull mouthful,from the juvenile,

still modificating the scope on his rifle,

 

 

yeah fuckers,its the golden years,lets toast to fear(hey),

yeah mother, its your golden son back yeah,

lets have a toast her(hey)

yeah brothers,totem pole top is near, lets have a toast and gear(hey),

yeah father,dissapointment was near,

a tale with a star sudded,cast,yeah,

a brief letter,to autumn leaves shredded,

who suddenly packaged,to urgently vanish,

you see i managed, to seep my dreams,

since believing is free,

the sky look so gold-ish tonight, so its only seems right,

to take a bow,say goodbye,

mom ill never pause never dive,never run away from the frightened,

never turn astray from enlightment,

 

yeah sister,keep on killing the school system, lets have a toast to her(hey),

now my niggas, chin up,see a smile on that face when you survive colege,(hey),

yeah BR, the golden touche to my mental, lets keep stacking the kings huh(hahahaha),

so whom have i forgotten, in the heat of the moment,

who will keep an open, spot in my conscience,

right,the bitch who always forgot to love,

whoms road to dignity and self esteem i "bought"free,

i thought i seeded,an oak tree,

gave her a language to speak,a man for her to reach,

whom else,except the teachers and bookmarkers,

id fell,is what they predicted, with huge failure,

now tell, how i unlisted myself,

from potential penetentiary residant,to musics major,